I am one of the guilty people when it comes to reality TV. I might as well admit it. Why I watch some of the stupid crap I watch is beyond me. Swamp People for example. Now these folks make a living the hard way and I take my hat off to them, but once you’ve seen them fight the line with an alligator on the other end while the other fellow lines up to shoot it in the head, you’ve pretty much seen it and one show should be enough.
However I have been known on rainy days, yeah I will go with that, rainy days may cause me to sit through a marathon of Swamp People. One thing I have learned from this show, I don’t think God meant for us to live in the swamp with the swamp critters. I’m just saying.
I will now admit to watching Toddlers and Tiaras. I am ashamed of this one. My daughter is to blame. She called me one evening and told me I had to see this show and told me the channel. It became like a hypnotizing train wreck. No matter how much you know you should want to look away, you find you can’t. This is a world I am not even remotely familiar with, but watching those folks who are is nothing short of pure entertainment. My daughter on the other end of the phone is telling me; “Can you imagine what a butt whipping I would have received if I had talked to you like that?” Why yes, I can. It wouldn’t have been pretty. 
The makeup, the spray tanning, the big, big hair, the glitter and sequins pull me in. When one of the “contestants” or their mother has a meltdown, I am all in there, shaking my head.
My husband is famous for really finding some “good” ones. He recently found Storage Wars. Who knew that people attend auctions that are selling off storage rooms full of people’s personal things? If they go three months without paying, it becomes the property of the owner of the storage facility. The “bidders” get about 5 minutes to see what they can see without touching anything once the lock is broke and the door is up.
Some men were bidding thousands of dollars on the chance that a stack of boxes has some mind blowing, priceless work of art….etc. Can you imagine if you found a storage room with items belonging to Hannibal Lector like Agent Starling? Heads in jars was just the beginning of the fun.
When they first started, Big Brother and Survivor were favorites of mine. A friend once asked me why would I want to sit on my couch and watch other people sitting on their couch. That question still cracks me up. Sadly though, I didn’t have an answer. For several seasons The Deadliest Catch was a favorite. But I grew bored and moved onto other reality shows.
Why is reality TV so popular? Even when you know what you are watching is stupid, you keep on watching! I am afraid to know what this might mean if I was analyzed by a professional. Several years ago there was a show that followed the days of a family who owned a funeral home. I think the name was Family Plots. I watched it. I even recorded it. It was stupid. But, oh how I watched it. I was upset when it was canceled.
There are some shows I have not watched. Thank goodness I can type that. For example; Pawn Wars. This one has not called out to me yet, but my 70-year old father-in-law loves it. When I first began to discover reality TV shows, my husband made fun. “I can’t believe you watch that crap.” Now days he is the one who finds new reality shows to watch.
Another train wreck I can’t walk away from; Hoarders. I have never in my life seen someone living as these people on this show are living. I mean being a pack rat and not a great housekeeper is one thing, but these folks are walking on a side that is hard to process. I usually end up feeling down and sad for the people on Hoarders. My husband will even ask me why do you watch something so depressing? I. Don’t. Know.
American Pickers is a favorite and it is more on the “not as embarrassing” side of reality TV. I want their job. They ride around looking for old barns and they love finding houses that have 50 barns and storage sheds. They ask if they can go through their “stuff”. If they find something they think they can turn around and resell they start to haggle with the owner. Some of the people they have encountered while looking for places to dig into can be more fun than what they actually find.
I love auctions, flea markets, thrift stores, so I could really get into being an American Picker. It is the thrill of what hidden treasure you may stumble onto.
I pretty much try to hide the fact that I watch certain shows. I feel it may make me look…..foolish…….a little light in the intelligence area….you get it. I especially try to avoid letting others know I watch Toddlers and Tiaras. I worry it may appear I condone the whole process. I don’t really fall on either side of the fence per say, but I don’t want everyone to think badly of me over a stupid TV show.
Yet, when I see the DVR has recorded a new show for me……I am all “Yeah a new Toddler and Tiaras!”
I am sick I tell you, sick. So there is it. I think I may be going through a second mid-life crisis. Here lately I find I want to be who I am regardless of what others think. I know I have some intelligence between my ears. So I shouldn’t worry what others think about my choices in reality TV shows. Right?
It didn’t work. I am still embarrassed I told you about Toddlers And Tiaras.
Take care and stay safe,
KJ
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